Not For Long

The world capture you it grabs you with the mass of a fist

The earth turns while it burns whatever happened to this

Four kids in orchid fields before a war gets real

Forts and fake courts, and now we're forced to kneel what

Oh shut the fuck up already I hear the birds

The sound hurts, I'd rather sit here with my phone I found first

A loud first blow the nation we travel carefully now

On slow vacations no formation make me patient I swear

Pesticides in my hair, sitting idle on stairs not moving a bit but I

Suffice the price of life I don't care

Rip out the cords, spit out the chorus shit I doubt

I'd sit sound with loud pows pounding grounding my floor